woke up with a hard-on head full of distortion condition returning verdict never learning is it late in the evening? or early in the morning?

disorientation like the sound of a gunshot new modifications to the buzzing of a chainsaw sleeping through the daytime working through the night time

laces tied wings pumped up with blood but who keeps bleeding me dry? each and everyday face the world or take the asp been living upon a dirty guitar can’t you taste my incoherence? today is not the same as yesterday – and i’ve been on the trail

been on that trail for months and months now

each moment a crossroads you’d better be careful to the left is jesus to the right the devil singing: half a life to enjoy it half a life to regret it